I have pushed, plied, & pried
Rolling flat your edges
With Emotions, explanations, & elements
Which were never yours.
I have cobbled into existence a chimera:
Three dimensional man
Meets paper doll.
Pasting down the white paper tabs
With whisky whimsy
Over flaws or unknowns.
You, unrevealed man, have become a thing of fancy.
I have built an Icon in your image
And I know it isn’t you.